Work it!

You lick and kiss her pussy, until your tongue gets sore. And even after that.

Faster! Faster! You have only several minutes to midnight,

But you feel you can make it in time. Because Linda doesn’t whisper anymore - she roars and swears.

“That’s it, doll! A bad mannequin, but a good licker! Go on! Maybe I should keep you as my pussy-licker forever?”

Oh, that would be fantastic, Mistress.

“Nope, stupid cunt. You are not worth it. You are only allowed to lick my dirty pantyhose. That’s all you can do. You got it?”

“Mmmph, mmhpss” - you moan with your tongue out, licking her lips through the fabric.

“Yeah, I like it when you don’t talk, just moan. Dolls shouldn’t……”

You can’t hear the end of her phrase, because she suddenly squeezes your head between her goddess-legs, covering your ears.

You don’t need to hear anything now.

The only sound you can distinguish now is her pulse, beating in her legs which squeeze your head tighter and tighter. Or is it your own pulse? Did your pulses mix into the single one?

Linda moves her hips rhythmically back and forth, pushing your head deeper between them, never letting it out.

You feel used. She just uses your tongue, your head as a vibrator!

That’s your higher purpose.

Back and forth, Mistress. Back and forth.

And then she thrusts her legs together so tight that you are afraid she could kill you… and you suddenly hear the clock bell.

1…2…3…

Linda convulses with the sounds of a bell, crying her moans out.

4…5…6…

She eases her legs grip around your head, and you kneel before her under the table.

7…8…9…

You watch her cumming, shivering with the inside ecstasy.

10…11…12…